Earlier this year, Ross Miller dove into the uncanny valley. | The Verge

I’m sitting across from young Michelle Moller, whose mother I just found brutally murdered. The lead detective of the crime, I’ve been given the unenviable role as harbinger of bad news. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Michelle, but your mother is dead.” She hunches forward a few inches and throws her head into two upraised hands, audibly sobbing. Still, something’s very wrong here, and I don’t mean the case at hand.